[He says, somewhere halfway between annoyed and indulgent — approving of the spite, but he still could've done without the threat to his thumb. He curls his fingers into a firmer grip at the back of Sylvain's neck, almost like scruffing a pet if one were to bear out the metaphor even longer, but then shifts his positioning to shove a leg between Sylvain's thighs as if testing to see the reaction he gets.]
But we're just getting started. Don't ruin the fun now.
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[He says, somewhere halfway between annoyed and indulgent — approving of the spite, but he still could've done without the threat to his thumb. He curls his fingers into a firmer grip at the back of Sylvain's neck, almost like scruffing a pet if one were to bear out the metaphor even longer, but then shifts his positioning to shove a leg between Sylvain's thighs as if testing to see the reaction he gets.]
But we're just getting started. Don't ruin the fun now.